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Eloise was still a little on edge that someone else was around, like the whispers were warning her to trust anyone else. But at the mention of Hazel, Eloise immediately relaxed and smiled. "Oh no. It's just me out here. Well I guess now you too!" She didn't want to say that the wind and plants immediately stopped talking as soon as they sensed someone else was here.

She grinned down at her makeshift container she got out of one of the toiletry kits she had found from the plane. "I was just getting some berries." Eloise showed her haul from the morning. "Figured the more we collect and figure out how to store the better we'll be trying to ration out food more longterm." Eloise knew she wasn't very good at some of the other ways of survival like Emery was. She was useless with weapons, not very strong, and would cry immediately the moment something happened to Bambi. But plants. Eloise knew plants and wanted to help out that way.

Emery had, foolishly perhaps, gone off on her own. Not too far from camp, close enough to still hear bickering, to see them move around from the distance she was at. At least, that's what she'd told herself and Leni before going off to collect some more wood. Her interest had peaked when she had stood eye to eye with a squirrel. Without the proper equipment, no bow or knife, she'd gotten after it with an axe. Like a goddamn serial killer, it looked like. But the critter had escaped her by being too quick on its tiny feet. ''I'll get you next time, fucker.'' She gritted through her teeth, feeling her stomach growl and the feeling of failure hit her like the start of a headache.

Her arms crossed, she walked back towards the direction she thought where camp was. The silence of hearing anything but the other girls was deafening, and for a second - a split second the thought of panic almost got to her. Almost. If it hadn't been for the voice she heard and the movement she noticed through the trees of another girl. Her pace quickened for a second, glad to see and recognize the back of Eloise's form, before she processed what words had been said - however quiet and hard to make out from where she was. This slowed her step, looking around to see if there was anyone else here. Hazel, perhaps? The two were inseparable after all. ''Hey....good seeing you here. Is Hazel around here as well?'' Emery didn't wanna make assumptions, but found it strange how she didn't see anybody else. ''I was collecting wood....got distracted though. So much for feeling hungry. What are you up to?'' Having noticed the berries collected by her team member, she wondered what else Eloise might've found so far.

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Eloise softened immediately as soon as she saw Hazel. It was like she was finally completed and could snap out of whatever daze she was in. She frowned slightly as soon as she saw how worried Hazel was. "Hey hey it's okay. I'm okay." Eloise smiled, stepping forward so Hazel could touch her to make sure. "I didn't realize it was so late." She said a bit softly. Eloise looked up at the sky, as if that could tell her how much time she had lost in the woods.

A part of her wanted to go deeper into the woods. Like every bit of her was being called away from everyone else. But Hazel's words brought her back to the moment once again. "Yeah! I recognized them from one of the trees we had back home! They're mulberries. The plant itself is poisonous but the fruit are fine. I figured we should stock up as much as we could."

each step created a snapping sound. the reaction was a deep unease. it left hazel unsettled as she walked the thick of the wood alone. isolation allowed her own fears to crawl inward. she could quicken her pace, but they'd catch up. fear would dig its claws into her skin. puncture down until it would become hard to breathe. hazel's lungs took harsher breathes as she carried herself further seeking the one person who brought her back down to earth. eloise.

there she was. whispering against a tree. or humming. hazel's mind felt too fogged from the suffocating nature all around them. "i haven't seen you all morning." worried. with trembling fingers, hazel reached out to caress her sisters dark hair. her mouth didn't dare to admit that she'd been ill through hours of not knowing where the other had been. she'd only thought the worst. trying to collect her breath, hazel's eyes looked to eloise's hands. "are those berries?"

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"It could be anyone. They all have their reasons to do it. They all have their reasons not to." Clara repeats, voice trailing off as she stepped forward. Her fingers traced Jules's arms lightly, wanting to show they were in it together. "But not all of us survived." She said cryptically. As if she was one of the ones who got out and not just the memory of her. "Maybe someone is mad that someone didn't make it out. But why now?" It didn't make sense to Clara. This could have been done years ago, when it was still a fresh wound for everyone. But now feels like it was meticulously planned. Meant to cause pain. "And do you know if it's just you or did someone else get some?"

There was an exhale leaving her body when she rolled her shoulders down and crossed her arms. Clara asked her all the right questions, questions that had been on her mind all afternoon. ''I wish I had the answer,'' perhaps she did - perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind she had an idea of who it could be, but she didn't know for sure. ''It could be anyone,'' she said, her mind breaking over this matter. ''That's the thing.... I like to think it wouldn't be Leni or Emery because they have no reason to pull shit like this. I don't think Elyse has the guts, she's too nice. Holly might've been dramatic but I don't think this kind of dramatic. And that's the thing, I could think of something for each and every one of them and still suspect them of doing this - because we're all fucking guilty. We've all done things we had to do.... to survive.''

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Clara inhaled sharply as soon as she saw the look on Evelyn's face. She swore at herself for not hiding it better among the girls. They have been through so much that Clara never wanted to worry them, feeling like it wasn't their job to have to take care of her. And here Evelyn was clearly concerned enough to be out here with her. She sighed, trying to figure out how to handle this. "I am tired but I'm okay Evelyn. I promise. I was just trying to see if I could find anything useful out here." She said with an encouraging smile to try to show that she was totally okay and not at all dying from the pain in her knee. "I'm more worried about you and the others, you don't need to worry about me. Okay? I can only imagine what you all must be going through right now with everything and I'm sorry." She wanted to say sorry that she couldn't protect them better.

Though she hadn't said anything, Evelyn was not blind. She noticed very early on that something was wrong. It was the pained look on Clara's face, every time she tried to walk a bit too fast. But Clara was strong and Evelyn was not sure she should point out the obvious, especially when Clara herself hadn't said anything about it yet. Besides, she didn't actually see the injury. She just noticed a slight limp. Maybe it was not so bad? That was what she was hoping for when she followed Clara deeper into the woods at a distance, trying not to be spotted. Hiding behind a nearby tree, she had spied on her a little bit because she was worried, and she wanted to reassure herself that it was not so bad and their supportive assistant coach was doing just fine like always. But the truth was much worse than what she expected. She thought maybe it was a slight sprain in Clara's ankle, but her entire knee looked so horribly swollen and discolored. It made Evelyn shudder to think Clara had been walking around on that. She got up, her intent being to turn around and head back to camp, and maybe confront Clara about this later, but she made a misstep. A small branch, cracking beneath her shoe. Dammit. Almost immediately, she could hear Clara's familiar voice, asking if she needed anything. Evelyn turned around, and she could no longer hide the concern in her face. "I'm okay, Clara. I just...I'm a bit worried, that's all. You seemed a bit tired yesterday...how are you holding up?"

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"Yeah me neither. I figured they were old enough to take care of themselves." And Clara suddenly felt guilty, guilty that she couldn't help them more. "Which goes to show that we need non peanut snacks on planes!" But she was hopeful that some of the kids had a variety of snacks for everyone to share.

Clara watched Aspen carefully, trying to see if they were really okay with everything they have been through. She hummed softly and nodded her head. "I know but you need to take some time too. For you and Hawthorn." Clara said gently, not wanting to completely push. She was always going to be there for them and wanted Aspen to see it too. "I get it though. Sometimes it's easier to worry about everyone else than it is yourself." Case in point they noticed Clara limping and she didn't want to worry about it. "Just slightly. It's nothing I'm fine." She lied as her knee was screaming at her.

"Yeah, yeah - Well, I don't know, actually. Guess I never had reason to ask." These were college girls, after all. They weren't a team that had designated Snack Mom bringing treats to every game (though now that it had crossed Aspen's mind, they kind of wanted to start doing that. Not snack mom, but -- it didn't matter). "Hopefully not though, if peanuts end up being the only thing we've got going for us at the moment."

They pause, trying to give Clara a hint of a smile but failing, somewhat. Of course they knew what they were referencing - Fern, the others. But there was no room to stop right now. The girls needed them. They were supposed to be their leader of sorts, being in a coaching position. "I'm - you know, I don't really know what I am, but I don't want to stop and think about it too long because then..." Then they actually would be a teary eyed mess, they had no doubt. But they had to keep it together. For Hawthorn. For everyone. Someone had to pick up the pieces. "I just...need to be doing something, I think." They glance back over at her, realizing they hadn't even asked after her well being. "Wait, were you limping on your way over here?"

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Eloise was among the forest, trying to gather as much food as she could recognize. She didn't know how far she went, just trusted that she'll find her way back somehow. Time seemed to move differently out there for her, so Eloise frankly stopped trying to tame it. "I know, I'm sorry." She whispered soothingly as she picked some berries from a bush, careful to do it as fast as painless as she could. Walking a few more feet to the trees, Eloise put her hand on a large trunk. It felt like it was talking to her. Issuing a warning.

"We're trying to leave as fast as we can. But we need rescue first." Eloise said as tears started filling up. "You won't even know we're here, I promise." She wasn't quite sure what was being said back to her. It sounded distorted but like she could almost make out words if she just tried a little harder. But as soon as she did she heard someone behind her, practically making Eloise jump out of her skin. "Sorry I didn't know anyone else was out here." She offered as if she wasn't just talking to herself or whatever else was out in the wilderness with her.

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"Yeah I'd like that a lot." Chloe said with a small smile. She was surprised Elyse wanted to stay up with her but she felt that it would be nice to have some company. "Honestly even if I didn't have this I don't think I'd sleep either. Everything's too fucked up for that."

"I know they were. They'll probably be happy to know it's here and maybe once we open it we can determine who's it is?" She tried offering in hopes that everyone could be happy with what they had. It was a hard situation, no one could prepare for it, but Chloe felt like everyone needed to cut each other some slack. No one is perfect all the time but especially in stressful events like a fucking plane crash.

Chloe sighed and shrugged. "Yeah but some optimism is needed about it too." And Chloe knew deep down she hadn't felt a lot of optimism in a long while. After all she still didn't know completely if her parents even knew she was missing and that broke her heart. Because if they didn't notice her then no one else in the world would have.

"Yeah exactly!" She offered, trying to sound hopeful. "People are looking for us and we just have to keep our heads up until help comes." Chloe just hoped that help was coming sooner rather than later.

"I can stay up with you?" Elyse said, her voice lifting in a question. "I...I don't know how much I'll be able to sleep, anyway." Sleep was hard enough to come by as it was with Elyse's mind constantly looping over itself. She had a hard time turning it off most of the time, let alone with such a catastrophe sure to be weighing on it. The people she'd never be talking to again, who hadn't ever made it out of the plane...she hadn't even begun to process that.

"You're probably right," Elyse agrees, looking over the small pile of bags she'd started collecting. "Just...feels weird, still. I feel like some of the girls were looking for their stuff..." But maybe that was just a comfort thing. It wasn't like her sweatshirt needed to be shared with the others. At least...not yet.

"No, it's okay. You're just being...realistic. We should try to be realistic about our situation." Their plane had crashed in some remote forest, or something - even if they were along the flight path Elyse imagined it would be hard to find where exactly they'd ended up. So, maybe a few days - a week. They could handle a week in the wilderness...as long as they worked together. Right?

"Planes don't go down everyday, right? I'm sure they're already looking for us. And in the meantime...well. We'll figure it out. Together." She offered Chloe a reassuring smile, bumping her shoulder lightly against her teammates.

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"Honestly we could." She didn't need much to be convinced but Leni was making good points on why they should go back. "I'm sure we missed a bunch of stuff in the panic to just get the hell out of there. Plus it should be stable enough that we shouldn't have to worry about getting too hurt." Maia was talking herself into agreeing on this trip.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" The last thing Maia wanted was to have even more trauma and didn't want Leni to have it either. But she felt that with the both of them there together it would be better. "I think that's a good idea. Or at least pile as much as we can outside, we don't know how much that plane will hold with the elements and all that."

unfortunate didn't begin to cover the current situation. leni's mind couldn't even fully digest it all. the before, the now. it was all far too much to comprehend. people always told horror stories of such tragedies occurring. people died. planes crashed. people disappeared. all reality to someone — leni never thought they would be part of that circle. she thought they'd be celebrating a huge win by now, peeling off a jersey that she sweat through, drinking liquor out of a trophy. instead, they were here.

"i know, but we could find something helpful." she eased knowing it was all tender. her own feet weren't treading easily. "just figure someone has to do it, yeah? so i can handle it." upon hearing maia agree to come with her, leni was more hopeful. pairs were better than being solo. even if she was confident in her steps. "thanks." appreciation. "maybe we should take a couple bags. take as much as we can." the less they had to be reminded of the crash site, the better.

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Hawthorn wanted to help out more, feeling like he wasn't doing much and frankly he knew he needed to keep busy to stop thinking of everything that has gone wrong. So he tried to help out with preparing the food and the minute Lucia dug into the meat he instantly regretted it. He could feel himself getting sick and immediately turned around to try to catch some breaths. "How do you do it?" Hawthorn practically whispered while regaining his nerves to turn around. "I mean I know we have to eat but god this is horrible."

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"not the prettiest sight." — she knew. "but do try to not projectile all over the dinner." not a sauce she called for while preparing the food. the scene was barbaric. the ripping. the cutting. skinning. the noises erupted from lucia's actions had been unsettling, and her hands were stained with the result of it all. "if you can't stomach it...maybe take a step away." shock could lock the eye sight. glue it directly to what seemed horrifying. lucia had done this very preparation repeatedly now that she became desensitized to the brutality. they needed to eat. she'd help make sure of it.

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Maia kept telling herself that she didn't mean to run into Lucia. Ignoring the fact that since seeing Hazel on accident that she started thinking about everyone, a part of her wanting to reach out to others more and more as each day passed. She watched Lucia's face get paler and Maia had to admit that she felt a little bad, knowing she probably wasn't much better. "It's good to see you too Lucia. How are you?" Maia sat down across from her, making sure not to make too much sudden movements. After all they all were creatures of habit and quick to action. "Have you seen much of the others?"

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like seeing a ghost, lucia felt her skin turn cold. surely her skin was stripped of all color. pale as porcelain. lashes dared to blink. dared to think this was a reality she was forced back in. "good to see you. it's been..." an eternity of trying to bury our past. "awhile." feet surged with the need to walk to the door. right out of it. turn her back on another chapter rather than write it. what was there to say? it only felt like ripping wounds open, and creating salt mounds. secrets were better kept safe when they weren't so confronting with one another. deciding to stay put, lucia let her back fall against the chair. though her stomach began to knot, she refused to let it crack her outer shell. staying put felt rooted — knowing she couldn't turn her back on any of them. not forever.

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"Can I take your last name then if I'm getting adopted?" Maia joked. She liked the idea of being a part of their family. Any family really, but she knew that Tessa and Maia were so similar it was no surprise that they got along so well.

"See it's the perfect night!" Frankly Maia didn't care who she ended up with at the end of the night. "Exactly! Plus if we try to promise us as a team? Oh how could anyone resist that offer?" She laughed, the idea sounding better and better the more the two of them workshopped it.

Maia leaned against Tessa's head, a smile easily forming whenever she was around the other. "Honestly as much shit as I give Cherie I have to admit she's really good. It's just too easy to get under her skin, I can't help it." And Maia loved getting under her skin. In truth Maia couldn't imagine the team being any other way, she loved them all and they all worked well together. "Buzz buzz buzz!"

"We'll get the paperwork drawn up, I'm sure Jules would gladly take you under her wing." It wasn't perfect, but it was Tessa's whole world - and she didn't hate it. Sometimes things weren't simple or easy, but they made it work. Plus, she had Maia, too. Maia was one of the people who really understood where she was coming from.

"Fuuuuck, why didn't I think of that? Of course we can turn up the charm," Tessa snorts, rolling across the bed to sit up on the edge and prop her elbows on her knees. "Milk 'em for all they're worth and then leave 'em there to sulk about not actually getting the girl? Sounds like an awesome fucking night." Or, depending on her mood, maybe she'd let them think they got the girl for a night or two before they fley right on out of there again.

"It doesn't even matter," Tessa agreed, accepting the joint once again. "A win is a win, and we'll fucking kick ass. If Cherie's scoring the goals then all the better because it means the ball is finding the back of the net." She leans her head against Maia's shoulder as the joint is placed between her lips again. Of course the other team probably thought the same and likely had to be at least decent competition - but all the better when they cover them in grass stains to remember them by. "Buzz, buzz, bitches."

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Maia tried to relax as soon as Hazel reassured her. She felt guilty but maybe this was a step in the right direction. Maybe now that the two have seen each other Maia could actually stop pushing people away for a change. She wasn't sure an old habit like that could be changed but maybe it could for Hazel.

She watched Hazel closely, just observing how much has changed in the other since time has passed. "Oh that's okay, honestly that's one of the reasons I don't have a car. Can't lose what you don't have." Plus Maia didn't want to say that she was scared shitless of being in a car accident as well. At Hazel's question Maia just shrugged. "Elyse is a determined little thing, never lets me go radio silent for too long. Sometimes I write letters to Jules or Tessa but beyond that not much. Do you?" She suddenly was curious how everyone else has been.

hazel could see the appeal to blending in with bland surroundings. the life they'd been forced to live was full of experience. one that over filled their cup. having a life full of mundane sounded quaint. relaxing almost. if hazel could ever imagine such a life. she chose an opposite route. thinking that the city life would drown out what haunted her. so much noise disconnected from her own. "no need to apologize." lips pressed, hazel couldn't help but silently reassure. they were here together now.

her thumbs were tending to collect a car. "sometimes these buildings block out signal." the woman was moving in circles on the sidewalk. trying to match the route of the car with what street they were on. "more than okay." hazel hadn't had many visitors. she'd always rather go to company rather than have them step in her own space. it felt more vulnerable. "do you see any of the others?" she asked looking over to maia.

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FULL NAME. Eloise Davenport DATE OF BIRTH. June 29th GENDER. Cis female PRONOUNS. She/Her SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Lesbian Team Number. #7 TEAM POSITION: Winger

THEN

Sure Eloise was younger than her big sister Hazel but they were practically joined at the hip. If you were friends with one you were friends with the other. So of course it was natural for the girls to join the same sport and go to the same college. Eloise wouldn't have it any other way.

Eloise always had time for Hazel. Always wanted to know about her books she had been reading. Her imagination always wandered about the stories, about how they could have some basis in reality. Because to her anything her sister touched was real and alive within her.

The first time she saw the love of her life Eloise knew there was no going back. The two just clicked and she always joked that of course it would be a jock and a cheerleader falling for each other. Eloise was devastated that she had to leave her behind for nationals but the moment the plane crashed she started thanking her lucky stars. No one deserved to be out there but Eloise was determined to get back into the arms of her girlfriend.

She's good at plants, always kept a little greenhouse in her dorm room, so it made sense that she would be in charge of figuring out which plants were edible and what could be grown from what they had. If only she can try not to let the voices from the plants and the wind get to her.

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Maybe you'll see her in the little things, maybe you'll start hearing her whispers in the wind.

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"Oh really? That trip didn't make you want to fly first class every time?" Chloe snickered knowing full well that she would rather die then go onto a plane again. After the rescue she had to pretty much be drugged to get back on to get home. "I wouldn't say you were an asshole. I would say you had your set ways. Honestly I always thought you were cool." She said with a shrug. Chloe knew she had a habit of always keeping to herself, being a wallflower through life. There was a lot she would do differently if she could go back.

"I mean being cute doesn't mean they won't be snotty or gross." Chloe laughed but knowing Eddie had a point. "Honestly I think kids have been out of my reach for far longer than I care to admit. It's probably for the best, I've never been good with them." Chloe knew she didn't have much of an adolescence after her sister died. She was always too worried about not causing any waves, not being noticed. She had no idea what kids were supposed to do and Chloe was always worried she'd mess any hypothetical kids up.

"can't say i'm a frequent flyer anymore." there was some humor laced in her words. darkly lit. it was easy for eddie to smooth it over this way — make a joke. if she sat with the reality of her past that's when the fear crept inward. the panic. the knowing. "hell, i was kind of an asshole. can't say i'd want to go back to college." she was sure others perceived her as such at one point in time. the wilderness took that chip off of edith's shoulder. left it somewhere in the foliage. too much death, and trauma made changes. you couldn't unsee things. couldn't change the way you handled situations.

eddie also knew if chloe ever had kids she probably wouldn't have been around the other woman so often. "kids are snotty, and gross chloe." shoving her opinion outward, the woman cleared the disgust with a sip of coffee. "yours would have been cute though." a balance. edith sighed. "yeah—i thought i could pretend you didn't say the word 'hip' either...oh, sweet, chloe." hands rubbed her tired face while she laughed through conversation. "there's still time. by their graduation we will still be 'hip' but the version being a new hip from surgery....because we will be old and decrepit."

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Clara smiled warmly as soon as she saw Jules through the mirror, like the connection has never been lost between the both of them. She may have been gone for many years but she never really was gone. Never stopped being in Juliet's heart and mind. Clara stepped even closer to her love, wanting to be as close to her as she could. "Who do you think sent it? How did they get my handwriting?" Not like Clara could really know who it was but it was a question worth asking. "It has to be someone who knows the team. Who knew me. Could it be someone who was out there?"

"What you've always done, mi amor. You survive." She said softly, suddenly appearing in the mirror behind Juliet. Clara would always do anything for the love of her life, even in death. Which was why she's here. Clara walked forwards, kissing the back of Juliet's shoulders. Fingers lightly tracing down her arms, like just a whisper of her presence. "You know that letter's not me. I've never left you."

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Clara could tell Tessa didn't believe her, hell if the roles were reversed Clara wouldn't believe herself either. Her smile faltered slightly but she kept trying to tell herself that everything was normal. She didn't have a crush on one of her player's older sister. She didn't have excruciating pain in her knee. Everything was fine. Everything was normal.

Maybe if Clara told herself enough times it would become true.

"Hey that's always a plus." Clara laughed, knowing that she couldn't be too sure about herself. "Any bad bruises or anything?" She was always a worrier, this whole situation just made it so much worse. But as Tessa spoke, Clara immediately locked eyes with her. "Tessa please don't. You can't tell anyone, not--" But why wouldn't she want Jules to know? "You just can't tell anyone okay? It got pretty hurt in the crash but it'll be fine, I'm trying to make a brace for it since I don't know where my bag is."

Tessa's gaze flicked skeptically from Clara's face to the pant leg she was smoothing out for no apparent reason and back again, brows knitting together. "Right...totally fine..." she echoed, nodding her head as if she believed the lies even though her face said otherwise. Not like it mattered - Clara had been acting...weird around her for some time now. Just like Jules tended to whenever she got in the vicinity of her assistant coach. It didn't take a mathematician to put two and two together in that scenario.

"Yeah. I'm good. At least no evident broken bones or anything," Tessa said, waving her hands as if to indicate 'I'm up and on my feet' which had to be a good enough scenario given the circumstances. It was hard not to see the grimace that flashed across Clara's face as she moved her leg though, and Tessa's nose scrunched. "You know, I hate to tell you this but your face isn't really matching what your mouth is saying. Oh shit - is that...your bad knee? Did you - did something happen to it?"